Then I thought, that's kind of like negative reinforcement. I wonder if a positive experience would work better. So that experiment would be, tell people to remember a number that's long enough that people remember it about half of the time, then smack them, or show them your boobs*, or do nothing. Then a couple of minutes later, you would ask them to repeat the number, and we see which treatment gives the best results. My money is on boobs.
*Ok, I don't actual have boobs, and whether or not that would be a positive emotional experience would depend on the subject, and the boobs. It's a thought experiment, but some researcher has come up with a consistent, repeatable positive emotional experience that can be used.
It's Monday night, the next CSA pick-up is tomorrow, and I still have a bunch of produce I haven't cooked. What to do?
Grate all of the summer squash (I had about a pound, but I think the quiche could handle two). Salt liberally, and set aside for 20-30 minutes while you prepare everything else.
Prepare a pie shell (blind baking optional)
Render fat from 2-3 oz pancetta, diced small.
Sweat a few shallots in the fat. Add some garlic when it gets soft, and saute until fragrant (30-60 sec.) and kill the heat.
I a medium mixing bowl combine three eggs and 1 1/2 cups half-and-half.
Squeeze the water out of the squash (a salad spinner works).
Dump the squash into the pancetta and shallot mixture (thereby warming the squash and cooling the pancetta).
Dump the squash/shallot mixture into the eggs, Grate in some Parm (or Gruyére), and mix to combine. Pour into pie shell(s), grate some more cheese on top, and bake at 375 for 20-30 minutes.
Serve hot, warm, or cold with a salad for a very tasty meal or two that uses a lot of CSA veggies.
Would also be good with the addition of goat cheese and mushrooms (a la Mike Roller), or some wilted greens in the mix.</p>
"Well, I went to England and had dinner with the Queen."
"After that, we went to France on the first Express Train through the new tunnel"
"Then we went to Rome and I had an audience with the Pope."
"Well, enough about me, what did you do this summer?"
"I went to Charm School."
"Ha ha, what ever did you learn in Charm School?"
"I learned to say 'Fantastic" instead of "Bullshit".
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I now have tangible evidence that I have actually received my Masters degree from the University of Florida. I am unspeakable happy. Its real! Just today I wondered if there wasn't some secret task that the university required that I hadn't completed, possibly involving a long sea voyage and a dragon.